THIRD PERSON POV

The moon shone bright and cold above the forest clearing. The rogues gathered there looked beaten and afraid. Their bodies were covered in dirt and wounds, their eyes wide and restless.

At the center of the clearing stood their leader. The Alpha.

She was tall and fierce-looking, her hair tied back in a rough braid that reached her shoulders. Her face was sharp and cold, her eyes burning with anger. The moonlight made her skin glow pale as she looked around at her warriors—her so-called army—who now stood trembling before her.

No one dared to speak.

The Alpha took a step forward, her boots crunching on the...